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28 August 2006 @ 12:10 am
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(Anonymous) on August 31st, 2006 08:10 am (UTC)
Shotgun Turk: III
((Ah. Sorry about the mess.))

Third person writing sample: There was danger in the area. The animals recognized it and left immediately. Unfortunately, the mindless drones hiding behind their false smiles were shielded against such helpful senses and instincts. It was probably something to do with that stupid apron they had to wear. Or the counter separating them from their customers. Or maybe it was that stupid cheery music that was playing. Either way. It apparently made the boy behind the counter feel armored enough to chirp out “I’m on break now!” and turn away from the customer in front of him.

It was probably not the brightest move he could make. Especially considering just who it was he turned his back to. Those who had been there shrank away. One began to openly pray. One of the poor kid’s coworkers began to reach for him, maybe to warn or protect him, but it was a little too late. The ignored customer had him by the hair, and slammed his head against the counter with a resounding crack. He flailed, in pain and trying to object, until he looked at his assailant for the first time.

It was a woman in a suit. Not just any suit, but the suits you didn’t want to mess with. And… Well, she didn’t look entirely sane, especially not with the bloodshot eyes. He started to object to the treatment, apologize, make an excuse, but was cut short with a swift, harsh smack to the forehead. The devil woman leaned forward, focusing those evil eyes on his own.

“Your break is over now. You. Have coffee. Gimme.”

That tone allowed no argument. The Turk released him, watching him like a hawk as he filled out her all-too-vague order. Once or twice, she barked out an order. Something like “More sugar. Less cream.” Finally, after one final outburst when he tried to give her a cup that wasn’t filled to the brim, the woman’s coffee was complete. She snatched it from his hands and stalked out, ignoring the look of outrage she got. The boy tried to object one, final time, but was shushed quickly.

Alethia, with very few incidents, made it to the office and promptly curled up on a couch with her coffee. It would be a few minutes, but she might actually be decent for the rest of the day once she’d had time to wake up and let the coffee kick in.
sisyphean on August 31st, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
Re: Shotgun Turk: III
Approved. Impressive app! ^^ The only thing I'd say is that, while comical, we'd prefer not to have her running around slamming people's heads into counters and that sort of thing often. It lends itself toward a bit overdone / power character-ish.

On the job, of course, any dirty means necessary to get it done. <3 But in everyday life, we'd rather not have to make Rude chase after her and bop her a good one for beating on civilians. Shinra is trying to restore its image. XD ... kinda.
no_headslamming on September 1st, 2006 12:25 am (UTC)
Re: Shotgun Turk: III
Right. Clear enough?